And yet, New York, I love you. And I don’t mean that in the colloquial way, but in that ridiculous all-consuming inconvenient can’t live without you kind of way.
“If there’s anything I’ve learned from dating, it’s that all good things come to an end.”
Same city; not same borough. See what your location says about you.
Well I’m sorry I couldn’t live up to your stereotypes. While being gay may influence my mannerisms and interests, it’s just my sexual orientation.
It’s fascinating, really when you encounter someone who leaves an imprint on you so deep that even the smallest trigger – a song title, a film, a name, a scent – will engulf you without warning in a tidal wave of emotions.
If you’re anything like me, work will become too much. You’ll leave the restaurant at 2 am. You’ll come back at 9 am. You won’t be able to go to auditions. You won’t be making as much money. You won’t be happy.
In the real world, our sorting ceremony doesn’t happen once but over and over again.
And now, I not only understand this advice, but I’ve dished it out a few times myself: “It sucks here. Don’t leave. It’s the greatest city in the world.”
Brooklyn has so much to offer. But. I do have to pause slightly. Just slightly. Because while it’s kind of cool just how ‘hip’ Brooklyn has become, it’s not the Brooklyn I’m too familiar with.
It won’t take you long to realize that that Queens is chock-full of beautiful men, who are not only attractive, but also make for excellent significant others.